Lets loose the reins, and scours along the field:
Before the wind his fiery coursers fly;
Groans the sad earth, resounds the rattling sky.
}
{ Wrath, Terror, Treason, Tumult, and Despair,
{ (Dire faces, and deformed,) surround the car—
{ Friends of the god, and followers of the war.
With fury not unlike, nor less disdain,
Exulting Turnus flies along the plain:
His smoking horses, at their utmost speed,